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| （ William Wordsworth, 1770 ~ 1850 ） |
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If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,
Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content：—
The stars pre-eminent in magnitude,
And they that from the zenith dart their beams,
( Visible though they be to half the earth,
Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness ),
Are yet of no diviner origin,
No purer essense, than the one that burns,
Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge
Of some dark mountain；or than those which weem
Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps,
Among the branches of the leafless trees；
All are the undying offspring of one Sire：
Then, to the measure of the light vouchsafed,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.
序詩
你的光焰若真是得自上天，
詩人啊！就按照上天給你的能量，
在你的位置上發光吧，要怡然知足 —
太空誠然有煌煌巨星，誠然有
從蒼穹絕頂吐射明輝的星座，
半個世界都望見它們的丰姿，
半個地球都感受它們的光照；
但也有像星火那樣不大耀眼的
在幽暗山崗上熒熒照射的孤星，
也有像寒燈那樣閃爍不定的
在枯樹枝椏間隱現的疏星點點；
和它們相比，那些煌煌巨星呵，
未必身份更尊貴，素質更純潔，
全都是同一天父永生的兒女；
詩人啊！就按照上天給你的能量，
在你的位置上發光吧，要怡然知足。
--- 摘自《華茲華斯 — 浪漫之路第一詩人》
